Redman

Redman - Do What Ya Feel lyrics

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Intro: Redman
 Hahahahahaaa
 follow... just do what ya feel and I'ma follow
 I'ma follow...
 Just do what ya feel and we gon follow
 Just do what ya feel and I'ma follow (2X)
 Haha  Meth Tical

 Verse One: Method Man  Redman

 Who wanna flip with the acrobatic
 From ground zero all the way to attic  what we be smokin  Tical
 The resevoir is now open
 I swim the English Channel backstrokin, you don't know me or my style
 We hold court and blow trial
 You catch 'cal when you browse through my X-Files, who be next now
 Man's down, hands down
 Foreground by your side when it go down, I dedicate this next dart
 to my fucking heart
 Little Meth he the best part, now walk with that one, word
 Time Time 4 Sum Aksion
 Dreamin bout Toni Braxton, blowin her back out like Bob Baglin
 I'm throwin wrestling holds
 Tag team with Funk Doc, we in funk mode, take yo' best shot
 If it don't hip it don't hop

 If it don't quit it don't stop, that's the life

 I be the super-lyrical individual I be splittin through
 that Teflon material to knock Big Ben off of schedule
 Better move with a set of tools
 I be doin it to mics when I'm a, heterosexual
 I load the mic then cock, drop it like three-quarters
 when I slaughter don't get caught in the water
 Cause the Brick's got it's own World Order
 Leave your bitch in shock like the third rail caught her
 Styles stay deeper than orca, I float the seven seas with ease
 Did more drugs than pharmacies
 So call me that lyrical Genovese, you can't compare
 Get you steppin like stairs, frats, sororities
 Don't make me bring it on back I fuck up the majority
 of niggaz lookin hard at me, I Port em like Authority
 And when my nigga Meth shine
 out the inner How High mobile rollin three dimes at a time

 [Erick Sermon] Redman and Method Man still...
 (hiiiigh hiiiiiiiiigh)
 It's that Jersey representer
 Get hit from the bottom to your head when you enter
 Word...

 Just do what ya feel and I'ma follow (3X)
 Funk Doc break it down

 Verse Two: Redman, Method Man

 Yo, suck my dick out of animosity
 The velocity will fly that head and freeze your camps like pottery
 to give lobotomies to all you rap colonies
 And shunt your million dollar investment, to economy
 Impossibly might be the one in black leather
 Name tag sayin 'caution when wet by the track wetter'
 The hash spreader, I love the grimy shit
 Even my girl did grimy shit to me and I went back with her
 Three years for carrying a loaded handgun
 But it's forever when a nigga [chik-chik BLAAAOW] and he lands one
 to your cranium
 That red dot on your forehead it's not cause you Arabian
 (Yo watch you say to him!)
 You caught up in a tight situation
 I should start erasin your whole organization for makin
 wack tunes while my whole platoon rock the basement
 You couldn't come close if I gave you my bookin agent
 Or producer, royalty points twelve shot loaded Luger
 Even a crowd to get you souped up, you're still wack
 I peel caps, on the regular
 Destroy MC's et cetera, creep like The Predator
 Fuck you, your label moms and your editor
 Give you two to the jugular, blood be spreadin
 all on my shirt, the king of the flirt shittin
 Bitches hit me off more than New Edition
 (tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet, tweet-tweet-tweet-tweet)
 I make them pigs heart skip a beat from the steel physique
 So Iron Lung [born to wonder]
 Get on the mic and break em off a sumthin sumthin

 We moonshine and grow crops
 Purchasin the handhelds with the sure shots, it got me spittin
 these slugs at my competition, in rap sessions
 U-A-P ain't got no weapon, you lip professin
 Next in, line, parental discretion advised
 these explicit, street linguistics
 Better than yo' momma biscuits, we bomb shellin
 I might know but ain't tellin, too bad you missed it
 Johnny, Dangerously Blaze another enemy made another due paid
 Color-safe bleach so I don't fade
 Scar your mental with my double edged blade, razor sharp
 get yo' bandaids hold that
 Like E said, Get the Bozack, show them wack niggaz where the do's at
 On the case like I'm Kojak
 Kissin the grits on that Flo bitch, flip scripts take LOOONG shits
 Raider Ruckus
 One, I come with premeditated redrum
 Gingivitis to your filthy ass gums
 Bottom line either get down or get done
 Motherfucker
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Copyrights:

Author: Clifford Smith (2), Pras Michel, Reggie Noble

Composer: ?

Publisher: Rush Associated Labels Recordings

Details:

Released in: 1996

Language: English

Appearing on: Muddy Waters (1996)

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